Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, screwup, screwup, and screwup. How could a film that won 14 nominations, and won Best Cinematography, Best Lead Actress, Best Director, Best Original Score, Best Song, Best Production Design, end up losing to another film that feels incomplete and uneven at best? Worst of all, the ceremony ended with an anti-climax that confused the whole world and shocked the whole film community! Call it the Best Rival of the 2016 President Election of the United States!
I don’t dislike Moonlight, and fully understand the message it wants to convey. But if there was no Trump Factor, the film would be only remembered as a daring indie at best. In this respect, I think the whole Moonlight team, including director Barry Jenkins, should thank DT last night when the fiasco unfolded on stage. It is truly an irony, isn’t it?
The (hard) truth is: for the years to come, people will remember Saving Private Ryan more than Shakespeare in Love, Brokeback Mountain more than Crash, and La La Land more than Moonlight. After all, last night’s fiasco was “only a show”, as Jimmy Kimmel awkwardly quipped.